Orange-clad trees obscure baseless spires of stained-stone churches
As
Rosy-cheeked runners breathe dragon-bursts of foggy mist.
The
Cobblestone streets grow cold and gather leafy folds of fresh decay.
Orange-clad trees obscure baseless spires of stained-stone churches
As
Rosy-cheeked runners breathe dragon-bursts of foggy mist.
The
Cobblestone streets grow cold and gather leafy folds of fresh decay.
Bottlecaps & Broken Bits 
Wow, your mesmerizing words go so well with these warm, wintry shots…Amazing stuff.
Such stunning photos! — “Rosy-cheeked runners breathe dragon-bursts of foggy mist.” — This line is absolutely beautiful. Truly beautiful.
Thank you! And good luck with your novel, sounds like you had a good job for character studies